Salvatore stepped into his bedroom, the door closing behind him with a solid click. He unbuttoned his vest, tossed it onto the armchair, and went straight to the bathroom to wash off the dirt.
The hot water cleared his head, but it didn't ease the persistent tension in his jaw.
After showering and slipping into a dark silk robe, he walked over to the nightstand and picked up his phone. A detailed report from Liam was waiting for him.
Salvatore scrolled through the lines, his gray eyes narrowing. Milo had authorized three catering deliveries for the entire office staff, purchased high-end coffee machines for the breakrooms, and approved an unearned holiday bonus for the drivers.
What the hell?
Salvatore set the phone down and lit a cigarette, inhaling the heavy smoke.
Milo was operating on pure, naive instinct. He was treating a multi-million-dollar corporate network like a charity. Without strict supervision, he would bankrupt the entire Hartley Group within months.
